Los perfectos desconocidos Page #4

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Hi, everybody.

Hi, Marta.

Hi.

Hi, Martita.

I'll call you later.

No, speak now. Talk.

About what?

It's kind of a game.

I'll explain later. Talk.

What am I meant to talk about?

I don't know, you called me.

About work, personal stuff...

Never mind, we'll talk tomorrow.

If it's about the Valencia job,

I'm not going to take it.

Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.

See you.

That's not fair, Pepe.

You can't say we're listening

or it makes no sense.

Sorry.

Sorry, I wasn't ready.

I'm sorry.

What's this Valencia job?

My sister found me a job

in a private school.

And you're not taking it?

No, it's so far away.

Valencia far away?

It's two hours in the AVE.

You do the Madrid-Valencia trip

three times a week and tell me.

You can't be that picky,

the way things are.

You can't wait for it

to fall from heaven.

I'm not waiting for it

to fall from heaven,

I'm sending resums everywhere.

How long since you've worked?

Four months.

Four months?

How many schools have answered?

Am I on f***ing trial?

They had no right to fire you.

If you sue, you'll win.

They didn't fire me.

They didn't renew my contract.

That doesn't matter,

it was 10 years

on a part-time contract.

It's illegal, they can't do that.

Listen to me, we'd crush them.

No, I worked there all my life.

Exactly. You wait 3 months

and they rehire you.

My practice can do it.

Thanks, but no.

Besides, I need a change of air.

With a little serenity

something good will turn up.

"A little serenity", he says.

You gotta get moving.

That's enough of this shitty game!

Hey!

Me, for example, I keep moving.

Of course, you drive a taxi.

I put the license up for sale.

You put it up for sale?

Testing the water,

to see what I'm offered.

And you weren't going to tell me?

Yes, I was.

When?

Honey, it's just an idea.

Uber, Car2go, Cabify,

sound familiar?

A year from now taxis

will disappear, two tops.

You have to look ahead, Pepe,

to the future.

Like the electronic cigarette

business he set up.

That's different,

I had to face the tobacco lobbies.

They really play hardball.

They do.

They financed the Nicaraguan Contras.

Or the Yorkshire terrier business.

That wasn't my fault.

No, they were all my customers.

It was embarrassing.

And you still stick with him?

Yes. Incredible, huh?

Sure is.

Who else, eh?

A call.

My father!

Everyone quiet.

Yes.

Put it on speaker.

Yes.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, honey. How are you?

Fine, having dinner with friends.

Then I won't keep you long.

Estremera says the operation

can be done in Barcelona too.

He goes twice a month,

staying in the Majestic.

I'll send you his number

and you can talk to him.

Okay. Thanks. Big kiss to Mom.

Okay, big kiss.

Ciao.

What's this about an operation?

An augmentation mastoplasty.

You're getting a breast enlargement?

Yes, a boob job.

It's not his idea?

No, not at all.

You didn't tell me.

But you're a psychologist.

And?

Psychologists don't get

breast enlargements.

Saying it like that,

it does sound a bit weird.

It's not that I don't like them,

it's just improvement.

In theory, you should like them.

Why?

As a psychologist you have to

accept yourself the way you are.

I do.

It doesn't seem like it.

Someone who gets a boob job

doesn't accept themselves?

Well, no.

I accept it all, except my b*obs.

A busty psychologist like that

would make me nervous.

I'm getting b*obs,

not a couple of melons, Antonio.

Let me get this straight:

It's a breast enlargement,

which is what your husband does,

and you're using another doctor?

That's true,

why don't you do it?

Because her father,

the "prestigious eminence",

thinks it's bad if I do it.

It has to be Estremera,

a hot shot doctor that operates

in Spain but lives in New York.

Not a common one like me

who puts tits and asses

on hairdressers in some clinic.

Have you finished?

Is that it or not?

Of course not.

What is it then?

A husband can't put b*obs

on his own wife.

It's common sense, please.

Sure, it's a turn-off.

It's like cooking all day,

then you're not hungry.

Her father thinks I'm a d*ckhead.

He would've preferred

a cardiologist or a surgeon.

Fathers want the best for their kids.

I want the best for mine too.

My father put in false ceilings

and tiled bathrooms,

he didn't have many options.

I studied, got my degree,

specialized in plastic surgery

and I'm not ashamed, I like it.

Of course, honey.

Then do this:

Estremera does one boob

and Alfon the other.

And we see which one's better.

We compare.

You're all fast and loose tonight.

He certainly is.

You're right, it'd be like

your wife being your psychologist.

It'd be uncomfortable, right?

Relax, he'd shoot himself

before he went to a psychologist.

Yes, psychologists intimidate me too.

Yes, I wouldn't tell my stuff

to a stranger.

That's what friends are for.

I tell you guys everything.

He thinks they're worthless.

Isn't that right?

My work is worthless to you.

Say it, it doesn't offend me anymore.

Why do you say that?

You know it's not true.

But you think it.

I think you and I do the same thing,

we try to make people happy.

It takes you a few years

and me a few hours, but it's the same.

The round steak.

I'll go.

Sorry, guys.

It's alright.

This game is making me nervous.

Forgive me, I'm having a smoke.

You're smoking again?

Yes, yes.

I stopped, then put on 10 kilos.

I have to lose them again.

Oh, yeah? You can't tell.

Ha ha.

Wait, I'll go with you.

F***. Check it out.

It's turning really red.

It's so strange, a lunar eclipse

coinciding with the perigee, right?

The what?

The perigee. When the Moon

is closest to the Earth.

They say it won't happen again

until 2033.

The Mayans believed it was

the sign of something terrible.

Terrible like what?

It destroys time,

it disrupts it, things happen

that shouldn't happen.

Do you know that

they all suddenly vanished?

The Mayans?

During a "blood eclipse" like this.

Some believe they still exist,

but in a parallel reality.

How do you know

so much about it?

I read it on the Internet,

we're studying it in Science.

In your company?

No, in junior high.

My son Javi has to present

a project on Monday.

I spent all afternoon on the eclipse.

Listen, I need a hand.

With Javi's project?

It's something else.

How do I explain this?

I have a lady friend.

A lady friend.

It's a silly thing.

What lady friend?

A lady friend, d*ckhead.

A lady friend.

And every night, around 10,

she sends me...

A goodnight message.

A photo.

A photo... What photo?

F*** off! A photo of herself.

F***, Antoito, that's trouble.

Yes, Pepe, yes.

F***...

What do you want me to do?

Alright, Pepe...

We have the same phone

and we're sitting next to each other.

We switch phones.

You take mine.

Who's going to know?

Right.

Just for when the photo comes,

then I'll give it back, and that's it.

That's it?

So the photo comes to me.

What do you care? You're single.

Not anymore.

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